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Resurrection Life (from John 20:1-18)

  1. Resurrection life comes even while it is still dark.  Mary had waited to come and prepare the body of Jesus fully for burial because Jewish law forbade doing such work on the sabbath.  We see that in John 19:42. Whether she didn’t know about the preparation done to Jesus’ body already, or knew it was incomplete, we know both Mark and Luke state Mary and possibly others came to anoint the body for burial.  

Even though she waited for the Sabbath to pass, she came while it was still dark outside.  We know it was not always safe for people to travel in the dark, especially for women in that era.  She was probably exhausted from her tears as well. Have you ever spent hours – crying with others?  Can you imagine how tired she may have been from such mourning?  Yet even here is where our story of resurrection life begins.

Early Christians believed the day of resurrection was so incredibly important and transformational that it was an “8th Day” of creation.  The beginning of a New Creation account.  Because of that, we’re going to match each truth about Resurrection with a scripture from creation itself.  How did the original account of creation begin?  Genesis 1:2-3 includes “..darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters.  Then God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.” 

  • Where is the darkness in your life in this season?  Are you overwhelmed by the shadows of pain?  Is there a source of suffering?  It may be personal, or it may be communal.  We live in a community that has experienced suffering – whether in gun violence, or young people growing up in broken homes, or marriages where worldly ways and pursuits of “happiness” have pushed out serving one another in mutual submission.
  • Mary didn’t know what to expect in the darkness and discovered light beginning to shine.  We know the character of our resurrected Savior now.  We understand the redemptive story He’s invited us to join.  Will you look for Him in the darkness, trusting it’s His desire to bring New Life there this year? What does it look like for you to trust God’s desires there?

So here in John’s account, Mary runs to tell Simon Peter and (the Beloved Disciple) that the tomb was empty.  You can hear her voice urgently accusing Rome of doing something to the body, because resurrection was not on their immediate radar.  In response, Peter and (probably John) run to the tomb to learn more.

  1. Resurrection life inspires us to do something unexpected.  As Peter and the other disciple arrived at the tomb, the other disciple remained outside.  By this point in the story, we’ve heard about Peter before. He’s impulsive. He often does something without thinking.  He’s the one who asked Jesus to invite him to walk on water.  He’s the one who sliced the ear off the guard when they came to arrest Jesus. Unfortunately, he’s also the one who denied Jesus 3 times.  But here, we see his impulsivity leveraged for the purposes of the Kingdom.  How excited are you to discover more about what Jesus is up to?  What would happen if we gathered for worship or opened our Bibles or entered into longer times of prayer with this same enthusiasm to discover more about the heart and activity of Jesus?

But for today’s purposes, I want to focus on this concept of doing something unexpected.  John arrives first, which is often a tool of rhetoric to elevate one person without denigrating another.  (Josephus outswims others in his writing.)  But he doesn’t enter the tomb.  Maybe out of respect for the dead?  What if it’s a trap set by Rome? What if____?  Anything could have prevented him in those moments.    But Peter wants to know what has happened with Jesus.  We’ve seen that his entire life – this curiosity that steps forward even without all the answers, if it means joining Jesus.

I’m not just talking about being spontaneous in general. I mean, what does the world expect from us right now?  The world we’re in each day expects us to gripe about workdays.  Our media expects us to consume our feeds endlessly, getting angry and anxious, and responding as those who need to keep scrolling until we find enough dopamine to counteract the lack of control we may feel.  The world expects us to seek profit, to pursue power, to build up influence, and to conquer those in our way of doing each of these.  So in that world, what does it look like to do the unexpected?   

Let’s look at Genesis again – in Genesis 2:7, “the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.”  What makes humanity a living being?  Receiving the breath of life God gives. This is the literal meaning of “inspire”: to breathe into.  We do not become what God desires of us by achieving.  We become what God desires of us by receiving.

When Jesus and His resurrection life have entered, we have all we need, not just for this life, but for eternity.  That doesn’t mean we sit on the bench, sidelined.  But it does set us free to join Jesus and trust Him with all we bring to the table.  We don’t seek profit as a foundation; we seek Jesus and living out the ways that are eternally profitable.  We don’t pursue power; we pursue the presence of His Spirit and living in ways that trust in His infinite power.  We don’t build up influence itself by selling out, but we are willing to steward our gifts and leverage who we are in ways that might be used by God. Whether He wants to influence the world through us, or just the quiet neighbor next door.  Either way, we are content, trusting His ability to be Lord over all things.

So they discover the graveclothes, as if the body just “disappeared”.  Some have asked – if the resurrected Jesus (physical) can somehow pass through graveclothes and later even walls and closed doors – why roll the stone away?  Hopefully, it’s clear – he didn’t need the stone rolled away for Himself.  We needed it rolled away to discover He has risen.  Jesus has removed obstacles for you that you may not even realize, in order for you to hear the words of His Love and Lordship for your life this morning.  Will you discover more?

So the other disciple (John) entered and believed.  Not that Jesus had gone to heaven, but that Jesus was alive again.  The disciples returned to their homes, but not Mary.  She stood weeping.  What would happen next?  What does this mean for their hopes?  The other disciples seem to have abandoned her in her time of grief, which is a sermon for another time.  But John is telling his story in a way that highlights something beautiful that happens next…

  1. Resurrection life sends us from isolation to relation. For whatever reason, Mary was left alone after the disciples returned home in John’s account.  She bends over to look once again into the tomb, only this time there are two angels.  They ask her why she’s weeping, and she responds.  It’s almost comical the way she sees two angels in white, talks to them as if it’s no big deal, and turns away.  In the context of the resurrection, John tells us, even other supernatural occurrences are really no big deal.  As Mary turns away from the angels, she sees Jesus but assumes He’s the gardener.  Maybe He prevents her from recognizing Him, maybe her tears have blurred her vision, or maybe she just doesn’t look up into His eyes.  Jesus asks her the same question as the angels – “Why are you weeping?”  She’s tired of trying to figure things out on her own at this point.  You can hear her sigh heavily… “Sir, if you’ve taken him, tell me where and I’ll bring him back”.  Seeing her standing there, with a tear-stained face and hearing her tired sigh of desperation, we can hear the love and excitement of Jesus for her to realize who He is.  “Mary!”  She turned to Him and declared, “Rabbi!”  I’m sure she hugged Him tightly, and He actually says to her, “Don’t cling to me…”  He had a lot to do before He went to be with the Father fully.

But Jesus sends the woman, Mary, as the first ever apostle (sent one) to share the good news of our resurrected Savior.  The resurrection life of Jesus will always nudge us out of our isolation and into redemptive relationships that further the purposes of His Kingdom.  

Not only does He send her, but He reveals something powerful about the change that has happened.  Up until now in John, Jesus has often said “My Father” or “the Father”. Here is says “Go and say to my brothers and sisters – I am going up to my father and your father, to my God and your God.”  In one quick instruction, Mary becomes the first one to be healed relationally to God and offered a healing relationship to humanity as well.  

Where in our world do we see the need for relational healing?  Of course, there are nations in need of peace.  We pray for peace to arrive in all areas of conflict.  But there are also workplaces with misunderstandings.  There are friendships with divisive differences. There are families with wounds and brokenness.  There are marriages with heels digging in with demands, instead of mutual submission that reflects the Love of Christ for His church.
In Genesis 2:18, God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper as his partner.”  We were created for relationships that invite us to be fully known and fully loved.  Not just in marriage, either, as we remember Jesus never married and yet lived a full life, enjoying intimacy with God and intimacy with others.  So what does intimacy look like in relationships? That’s a great question to seek the answer to with your local body of believers! (See www.discipleshipbands.com for more!)

How will we respond to the invitation of His resurrection life today?

Posted in Different Scriptures, Spoken Word

John 12:1-11

This final cast of characters
From years of Jesus’ service
Would be enough to make any good Jew
More than a little nervous

Gathered in the home of Lazarus
(Who was raised from unclean dead.)
And in comes an emotional woman
Washing his feet with the hair of her head

Her hair was filled with fragrance
That filled the home with scent
Making Judas seem indignant
At what such a gesture meant

Surely the value of such things
Could be used in better ways
(“Trust me”, he may have thought to himself
“I know someone who pays.”)

An awkward meal, it may have been
The dead serving the dying
And more than one among them
Who would end the week by lying

What dinner conversations
Do such moments offer friends?
When you know the lives you share
Are coming to an end?

Still Jesus welcomed all who came
From curiosity or Love
No matter our motivation
A desire to know more is enough

Enough to join a moment
Where He offers to break bread
There’s no better time, or week than now
To read through all He said

His words were not spoke hastily
For God knew they’d be received
Every word was spoken that we
His Love would come to believe.

Posted in Different Scriptures

Elizabeth & Mary…

(An imagining of Luke 1:39-55)

MARY

Mary woke from another sleepless night, drenched in sweat.  The memories of her visit by an messenger of Yahweh still blinded her memory with a blazing light.  What did it all mean?  She was going to be withchild, and “He will be called great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his ancestor David.”   The words all seemed to blur together as she pieced together those moments.  She remembers the feeling of sheer terror brought on by the Messenger, but also the feeling of wanting to stay in that moment forever.  There was pure Holiness, the likes of which she assumed were reserved only for the High Priest as he might enter the Holy of Holies.  She’d never imagined such an experience might be possible here…in her home where dust and dirt have stained the walls, and she pulls another wool blanket up to her face – smelling the animals in need of a bath nearby.

She wanted so badly to tell Joseph.  To try and make sense of it all.  But she was so afraid he would think she was crazy.  She’s seen how others have been treated.  People who lost their grip on reality.  She would be labeled “unclean”, and at worst case “possessed”, and cast out to live among those others who have made outrageous claims about experiences no one could, or would want to, ever verify.  Surely Joseph would laugh, and might even consider himself released from any commitment to marry her.  What would he really think?  Would he believe a messenger from God visited her, and told her she would give birth – as a virgin – to a child who would be called the “Son of God”??!  

The sun was just beginning to rise, and the sounds of a new day were drifting through the windows.   She was just so tired.  She wasn’t getting any sleep.  She needed to do something.  Nothing was going to make this easier, and she couldn’t keep it to herself.  Then she remembered – a caravan was leaving for Jerusalem that morning!  She had an old cousin there, a priests wife, one that the messenger of God had mentioned.  Elizabeth, Mary was pretty sure that was her name.  She remembered meeting her at least once before.   An older woman, she and her husband Zechariah were both so warm, and seemed to love gently with God’s own Love.  They had never had children before…there were all sorts of rumors as to why this might be.  But the messenger had told Mary that Elizabeth was now pregnant?  Maybe the messenger mentioned her for a reason.  She suddenly felt the urge to join this caravan in order to travel down and visit them!?

It was a 3 or 4 day journey, and they always needed extra young men and women to come along.  Young men could care for the animals, and young women could help with the food and meal times.  Her parents would surely allow her, as she was already getting close to marrying age.  She was right, and within a few hours – she was helping load the supplies and preparing for the journey.  She didn’t have time to tell Joseph, but her parents knew – they could relay the message.  She was going to check on a relative near Jerusalem, to offer sacrifices of thanks at the temple, and would be back within a week or two.  

The journey seemed to take forever.  The sun was hot, and the stench and noise of the animals being so close together made her long for quiet places.  She saw the young boys running alongside the animals, laughing and playing.  She loved watching their joy, but also loved wandering to the edge of the caravan – where she could hear her own thoughts, and see the beauty of the landscape.  She imagined what life as a mother might be like.  She imagined raising her son to embrace the quiet places as well, that way she would have someone nearby.  But then she shook her head, laughing at herself.  Of course, she had no idea what motherhood would be like – from what the Angel had said – this was no ordinary child.  Could this really be?  She was going to help bring the Messiah into the world – the one who would establish the Kingdom of God?  As she had these thoughts, the men of the caravan shouted and everyone left the road, pausing while a group of Roman soldiers and officials passed by.  Was God really going to bring freedom from the Empire…through her child???

After a few days journeying south together, they finally approached Jerusalem.  Her relatives lived just south west of the city, so as the caravan slowed – Mary found a group traveling on, and joined them to go a bit further.  As they approached Ein Kerem, she found herself heading toward the well.  She needed a drink, and it would be the perfect place to find someone who might know where Elizabeth and Zechariah lived.  

 

ELIZABETH

Elizabeth sat in the silence of another slow morning.  Waiting to see what would happen with her day. Waiting.  That’s all life felt like anymore.  Always waiting to see what was going to happen, and so far – it didn’t seem like much.  As her hand rested on her belly, she smiled. At least now, she could see and feel evidence of the incredible promise they’d received by an Angel over 6 months ago.  She sighed, as she remembered those moments.  She’d been so worried when Zechariah first came home from what was a proud moment.  He’d been chosen by lot, to actually enter the sanctuary of the Lord to offer incense.  A priest usually was only able to do this once, so she knew her husband was soaking in each aspect of the moment slowly.  But when he came home that day, his eyes were filled with tears.  She couldn’t even ask what was wrong, before he rushed over to her, and drew her close as he sobbed.  She remembered her heart sinking in that moment. What had happened?  What had Zechariah done? What had gone wrong?  She smiled, as memories are always funnier after time passes.  Those moments of her husband trying to communicate with gestures.  He touched her mid-section, and a giant smile broke through his tears.  He pointed at her, and without words he tried so hard to communicate.  He stuffed a small pillow up his own tunic, and pretended to be withchild, and pointed at her.  He made grand gestures, and wrote the word “Messenger of God” on a small piece of parchment.  

 

It took a long time of back and forth that night, but she finally realized her husband’s voice had been quieted by God’s messenger, because Zechariah had failed to believe the message that was given.  Elizabeth was going to bear a son….a child….she was going to be a mother – something she’d given up on many years ago.  Not only a son, but a son filled with the Holy Spirit in the same way as Elijah, who would help prepare people for the Lord.  So much excitement, and she didn’t dare doubt – as she’d seen what such doubt had accomplished in her husband.   She smiled as she remembered the excitement, but then her eyes began to water as she remembered the pain of trying to tell others.  No one seemed to believe.  There was talk about Zechariah trying to stir up something to distract people from the temple.  They were glad Zechariah was finally able to offer incense, but didn’t want to hear anything about God promising an old woman a child.  She couldn’t understand.  All of these people who were supposed to be her friends.  Her loving community.  She decided it would be easier to stay inside. She was so hurt, that even when her pregnancy began to show, she continued to live silently – staying indoors and away from others.  She felt set free from any worry about what other people thought.  She could sense the life growing inside her, and knew she was valuable to Yahweh – offering all she could toward what He had in store.  Others would eventually celebrate, she knew this.  But for now, she wanted to sit quietly, intimately seeking the Lord  in whom she had found favor.  Zechariah would still go to the temple on most days.  They’d let him come around, but she sensed by his spirit each evening, it just wasn’t the same.  He couldn’t fully participate, and join the prayers and the psalms, as his voice was no longer with him.  The house was quiet, and filled with expectation.  But after a few months, it seemed just mostly quiet.  

So it was, 6 months into her pregnancy, that she sensed a stirring.  She was restless and so, it seemed, was the life inside her.  She heard the sound of travelers outside her window, and looked out to  watch the people for a bit.  That’s when she heard the sound of a young woman, “Cousin?  Elizabeth?”  The voice sounded to be coming closer, and her baby seemed to jump at the sound, so much that it startled her.  That sounded like…..she rounded the corner and sure enough she was filled with warmth and excitement – Mary was here!  

But there was more than warmth and excitement.  As time seemed to slow down, she was filled with understanding and felt like she could see through into the reality from which all things exist.  She was filled with the glory of God as she looked on her young cousin, and sensed a holiness growing within this girl that was the Son of God.  This was it.  This was the purpose her own son was growing to prepare the way for.  She didn’t know how all of this came to her, but at once she was overwhelmed with the Love of God.  She was swallowed up by the mystery of this moment, the Truth that seemed so filled with love – it became all too much for her to handle.  The Love of God – revealed in His action of becoming an infant.  All the holiness of God – touching humanity like never before….and all happening here, through her cousin Mary…she cried out, “

 

“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.  And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me?  For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy.  And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.”

 

She looked deep into Mary’s eyes, and saw herself.  She saw an expectant mother, who had no reason but faith – to believe what God had declared would happen.  She held Mary close in greeting, tears welling up in her eyes.  Here is someone who understands.  Here is someone who has believed, and God is doing something New as we offer Him ourselves.   She began to relax her grip on Mary, and her young cousin stepped back.

 

MARY

Mary took a deep breath, as she received the blessing that was just spoken over her.  How did Elizabeth know??  She wiped her own tears away, as she felt completely undone.  Here was a God who not only knew her deeply, but invited them both into depths of loving relationship she never knew possible.  There was no reason to pretend here, in His presence. There was no reason to wonder.  In this moment, she felt like she could finally process the truth that had been spoken over her by the Messenger.  The Holiness of God would be born through her as a child who would be King on the throne of David, to reign over the house of Jacob forever.  It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t need to. It was true.  The Son of God, the true King would come as an infant – and boy would that surprise the Emperor, and even the priests.  This was the kind of thing her people had whispered about for years, always praying and believing that one day – it might happen.  The loving kindness of God proclaimed by her ancestors, was doing something new – and changing everything.  As the truth of this sank deep into her bones, she realized this was not just going to transform her life…it really would transform everything…she wept as she began to sing a new song…

 

And Mary said, 

“My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name.  His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation.  He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.  He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty.  He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever.”

 

As they embraced again, and spent the entire afternoon sharing all that was on their hearts, the home was once again filled with expectation.  As hours turned to days, Mary loved the time they spent together.  Here was someone who understood.  Here was someone who had already endured the responses of others. Here was someone who was willing to serve God – no matter what the cost, and no matter how it changed her life forever.  Days turned into weeks, and 3 months later – as Elizabeth was about to give birth, Mary knew it was time for her to head home.  Even though she’d sent word home with other travelers, she knew her parents would be concerned.  Joseph must be wondering by now too.  She still wasn’t sure how to tell him about this child, but she wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer.  She was beginning to show, and these 3 months with Elizabeth had filled her with such hope and excitement for being right in the middle of what God was doing.  The faithfulness and love of God was being revealed through these moments – and she was overwhelmed with Joy, and humbled to be a part of it all.  She prayed as the caravan set out for Nazareth – “Lord…prepare Joseph for what is about to happen.  As you have spoken to my heart, speak also to his.  Not only his, but our whole community and all of your people.  Prepare hearts, and invite others to be aware of what you are doing.  You, Lord, deserve so much worship and adoration.”  Her heart began to race, as she was unsure where to direct her words and thoughts.  Should she turn toward Jerusalem, or should she whisper to the Holiness of God that was stirring within her?  She wrapped her arms gently around herself, keeping warm in the cool morning, and simply whispered… “Thank you, Lord.”

 

We join with Mary this morning in whispering, “Thank you, Lord.”